A train to London.

Met my truly awesome friend DG …we found seats…in first class….chattered all the way and no one asked us to pay.

Scurried past Waiting Room. Got to appointment.

Consultant ‘ G.O..D.’ the one who tells everyone he is actually the BEST. , had not arrived. He eventually did. Saw another patient before me. BUGGER. I helped another surgeon and his patient to make coffee from the far too complicated machine.

Saw G.O.D. he was on broadcast mode. I couldn’t get a word in edgeways. He’s suggesting I see a ‘friend’ of his. I know this person socially too. NO NO I will not he knows dam well I don’t like that game of personal social complicated confidentiality. We’ve been through this before. I had to ask him then not to share any information about me with this friend. professional boundaries need respecting.

I sprinted back to station. Missed Train by 3 minutes. Went down the escalator to get some water..,

with a thud a crash and a yell the passenger behind let go of her massive suitcase it tumbled down hit me and we all ended in a heap at the bottom.

No worries. I’m fine. Bruises that’s all. Got next train. I’m only 20 minutes late for my Tuesday teaching..

Shoukdve gone to the waiting room,,!press the button….

BAN ALL WHEELIE SUITCASES … grrrrr